Please don't be so hard on me!

Miao Cun could only come back after class every day because he still had to go to class. Sometimes he would come over at night when there was something he couldn't get away with, take a walk with Luo Minghan, and then rush back to school.In order to save as much living expenses as possible to go to France, he saves money on food and expenses, and is reluctant to take a taxi. It takes nearly two hours a day on the bus and subway for a single trip. Lily will definitely arrange a car for him when he returns.

But painting can’t be neglected. Miao Cun used to spend at least eight hours with his paintbrush every day. The time wasted on commuting can only be made up from his sleep. As a result, it is common for him to paint until three or four in the morning.

Luo Minghan didn't know this. When asked, Miao Cun just said lightly that classes hadn't officially resumed yet, not to mention going abroad, so this semester could be easier.

When Lily arranges Luo Minghan's daily itinerary, she will confirm the visit time with Miao Cun one day in advance, and rank meeting Miao Cun as the first level, which belongs to the special level that must be given way to other meetings.

In fact, Miao Cun can't do anything with Luo Minghan, he just walks and chats with him in the garden downstairs, and when the weather is fine, the driver will drive the two of them out for a walk in the alley.Whenever this happened, Miao Cun would lead Luo Minghan ahead, while Lily and the driver followed a few meters away, and it was hard to hear what they were talking about.

In mid-November, the city was already very cold, but Luo Minghan was stubbornly unwilling to wear gloves when he went out.His palm was broad and big, and it was scorching hot. When holding it, Miao Cun felt his entire palm was wrapped warmly by Luo Minghan.

The pulp of his fingers touched the rough sores on Miao Cun's knuckles, and Miao Cun trembled in pain.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Luo Minghan stopped, and both hands groped carefully on Miao Cun's fingers, frowning.

Before Miao Cun could answer, he reacted: "Chilburn?"

"Ah."

"Why did it relapse again?"

"draw."

But this is nonsense, the room has been heated for a long time, and he didn't go to paint in the open air, how could he get chilblains?Luo Minghan realized that this was caused by walking with him every day for more than half a week.

Lily heard him calling her name and told her to bring the gloves over.

Two pairs of sheepskin gloves were kept in her handbag all the time, she stepped forward and handed them over, and saw Luo Minghan groping, carefully putting the gloves on Miao Cun's fingertips.

When holding hands with gloves on, I really felt something was wrong.

"Ms. Luo bought a courtyard house, which is the studio where I learned to paint."

"I know, he told me."

"have you been there?"

"No, when he moved there, I had already graduated and was busy with work," Luo Minghan counted the years, "Besides, if I had met you at that time, I wouldn't have recognized you for the first time."

"I haven't changed much from when I was a child..."

"You are too young, I don't have the mind to remember what you look like." Luo Minghan smiled, "The first time I saw you, I thought you were very small, and thought you were still underage. I know, Luo Yuanhe will teach you how to draw, I will take you to skip class and fight, when you grow up, I will stand in front of you with Luo Yuanhe and ask you who to choose."

"Who did I choose?"

"I don't know," Luo Minghan said, "I woke up before I had time to dream."

In fact, every time he dreamed, he seemed to have foreseen Miao Cun's choice, so he often woke up with palpitations before Miao Cun could speak.

People who were as confident as before are now as unconfident as they are now.

When he had nothing to say, Miao Cun told Luo Minghan about the surrounding environment. There were two children playing on scooters in front of the imposing gate with red lacquer and copper rings. Someone had jujube trees planted in the yard, which was higher than the fence. The pansies in the flower bed were all frosted. Passing by the milk tea bakery in the depths of the alley, the smell of the cakes was overflowing. At the end, Miao Cun said: "There are two tall ginkgo trees here, but there are no ginkgo trees anymore. The leaves are gone, and there are only bare white branches, and one, two... seven sparrows are parked on it."

When the voice fell, the snow also fell.

It landed on Luo Minghan's eyebrows, and as he blinked, it melted into moist water.

He froze for a moment, subconsciously raised his hand to touch his eyes, and remembered that he was wearing gloves, and he couldn't touch anything.

Miao Cun said, "Luo Minghan, it's snowing."

This is the first snow of the year, not too early or too late, at the right time.

The next day, Miao Cun couldn't come because he was temporarily arrested by the professor.He didn't mean to let the pigeons go, he had been rushing to work, and he didn't send Lily a WeChat message until he was sure that he couldn't get away.

Luo Minghan lost his temper all afternoon.

In the evening, Lily didn't dare to leave after work, hesitated for a long time, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, and called Miao Cun on her own initiative.

Miao Cun was helping a professor with a large-scale wall painting in the exhibition hall. It was a cultural project in the city. When his former classmate fell ill, the professor spotted Miao Cun and asked him to do it no matter what.Miao Cun has always been obedient to his master, and he couldn't refuse. He was sitting on a high scaffold at the moment, holding the biggest brush in his hand. His whole body was covered in oil paint, as was his face. He didn't look like a painter. It's like a little whitewasher pasting a wall.

I don't know what Lily said to him. All in all, the boss who was upset all afternoon and was sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed and sulking was stabbed in the arm by the assistant, "Miaomiao called, I'm looking for you."

The unfocused eyes are dyed with brilliance.

Luo Minghan took the phone, cleared his throat, tried to cover up, and pointed at Joe: "Aren't you busy? Are you done?"

"not yet."

"Then what do you want from me?" He pretended to be serious and busy, with a look of busy affairs, which made Lily and Aunt Qian squint at him.

"Can't I find you if it's okay?"

Luo Minghan paused for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, and then he jumped up in a mess.

If you come to him even if you have nothing to do, and you still take the initiative to look for him, don't you just miss him?

"Wait for me, I'll hang up the earphones."

Miao Cun took out a Bluetooth headset from his trouser pocket, clamped his mobile phone under his ear, and the brush slipped from his hand and fell to the ground on the scaffolding all the way. There was a frightening echo in the empty exhibition hall. The worker master asked: " Miss Miao, are you okay?"

Luo Minghan heard it clearly and asked, "Where are you? What happened?"

"I was painting a wall painting, and the brush fell off, it doesn't matter."

"Why so tall?"

"On the scaffold," Miao Cun checked with his eyes, "two meters."

Luo Minghan took a deep breath: "Then why are you still making calls and looking at your mobile phone!?"

The worker climbed a few steps, and Miao Cun bent down to take the brush he handed over. After plugging in the earphones, he put the phone back into his pocket after locking the screen: "It's all right now." He dipped the paint again and put it on the wall. Then he focused on drawing on the screen, and casually said to Luo Minghan: "If you have something to do, go and do it first."

The Adam's apple rolled, and Luo Minghan finally said in a low and gentle voice, "I'm fine."

Miao Cun hooked his lips and said to him: "Now it's snowing outside again, and it stopped for a while at noon. I think of the meal you took me to eat when it snowed early last year. I don't know if you didn't go this year. , will they call to greet you?"

The two chatted over the phone for more than an hour.In fact, Miao Cun is not good at dual-tasking. He is a very focused person and can only pretend to be the next thing in his mind, so when he is chatting and drawing at the same time, his efficiency will be much lower.

When Luo Minghan heard him introduce this wall painting project, he couldn't imagine whether Miao Cun was a little worker in overalls.

It was almost nine o'clock when I hung up the phone, Miao Cun thought for a while, and sent a selfie, the cheeks and nose were covered in paint, the off-white scaffolding looked scary, thanks to his hands being raised so high, Lily glanced at it My legs are weak.

"Miaomiao sent a selfie."

Luo Minghan's whole body was in a dazed capital, his brows were furrowed, and he had a very bad association for a while——

"Why did he send you a selfie?"

Dare to touch the person Mr. Luo likes, do you want to die? Lily was so frightened that she immediately clarified: "What are you thinking? It was sent to you!"

"I can't see again."

"Miaomiao said, I hope you get better soon, so I can see for myself if he is a little painter."

After Lily said this, she couldn't stop biting her lips and laughing.How can there be such a cute little thing like Miao Cun in this world, who is expressionless and deserted in the photo, but the words he speaks are so attractive.

Luo Minghan really wished he would be fine the next day.

But this is a very contradictory thing. He wants to get better soon and see Miao Cun, but on the day when he gets better, Miao Cun should leave again.

Because of this phone call, Miao Cun really delayed the progress again. He originally finished painting at ten o'clock, but he accidentally drew at one o'clock. The exhibition hall was brightly lit late at night, melting his back into the golden yellow.

The heavy snow kept falling, and people in the group were discussing that when there was a typhoon in the southeast coast, they would have a holiday. They were at a disadvantage in the north. They had never heard of a class suspension because of the snowstorm. They were all betting that the class committee would not bring Come to the good news that classes are closed tomorrow morning.

The result was of course not waiting.The snow stopped in the middle of the night, and early the next morning, Miao Cun went to school on the wet road. After two classes, the heavy snow like goose feathers started to fall again. Even the oil painting department, which is good at meditation, began to move around. The professor simply threw away the brush: "Go out and see the snow."

It is really rare that there is so much snow and such a good snow scene here, no wonder everyone is crazy.

Miao Cun picked up his backpack, thought for a while, set up an easel and paint box by the Monet Bridge, and started sketching.

The red arch bridge is covered with white snow, and the lotus flowers that are protruding in the river are only dead branches and leaves, dotted with white snow.

Arrived at Luo Minghan's place on time in the afternoon, and when an hour was up, Miao Cun routinely asked Luo Minghan: "Do you feel better, can you feel the existence of light?"

The sunlight refracted by the snow on the glass penetrated, causing Luo Minghan's pale eyelids to narrow.

He has regained his sense of light.

"No." Luo Minghan paused for a while, then replied sternly.

Miao Cun was afraid of his disappointment: "It's okay, take your time."

Hearing the movement of him packing his schoolbag, Luo Minghan asked, "Are you leaving?"

"It's an hour."

Miao Cun only stays here for one hour a day, which is also the time he squeezed out of his teeth, because the commute is too long.

I didn't think it before, but today Luo Minghan feels it is particularly short.

"Are you lying to me?"

Miao Cun: "..."

"lily."

Lily, a well-known henchman, a running dog of the capitalists, a scab, and a traitor of the working class: "No, it's only half an hour."

Miao Cun: "?"

In order to confirm that he didn't misread the time, Miao Cun actually looked at the phone again: "No, it's been one hour and five minutes..."

Aunt Qian said: "You remember wrongly, you just sat down for half an hour."

Miao Cun: "...?"

No, in a closed room, just because the remaining people form a united front, can the existence of common sense be subverted?

Luo Minghan overcame the frustration and said, "Why did you lie to me? Since you don't want to accompany me so much, you don't have to force yourself every day."

Turning his back, he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't lie to me just because I can't see it."

Absolutely.

Miao Cun was speechless for the first time.

He made intense eye contact with Lily, and Lily spread her arms.

……Row.

Miao Cun turned on the TV on the electric fireplace, randomly chose a TV to play from the beginning: "An episode of TV is 10 minutes long, and I will give you 10 minutes."

In the noisy background, Aunt Qian yelled out in a fuss: "Oh, you child, why are your hands bleeding!"

Miao Cun looked down, only to find that the chilblains were all broken.He painted outside for three hours, didn't eat lunch, and didn't come back until his fingers were too swollen from the cold to bend.

Miao Cun was holding ginger tea, because the floor heating in Luo Minghan's home was installed by himself, and the temperature was far higher than the national unified heating. After this hour, the frostbite surface that had been frostbitten was like ants crawling, itching, numb and painful Woke up, even Miao Cun himself was scratched without knowing when.He took out a tissue and wiped it, and coughed uncontrollably: "It's okay, it will be fine after winter is over."

Luo Minghan asked vigilantly: "Is it frostbite?" He told Aunt Qian: "Bring me the medicine."

Although Miao Cun kept saying that he was fine, Luo Minghan insisted on cleaning up his sores and bandaging them with medicine, while expressly prohibiting him from painting in the ice and snow.

"It's nothing. I was in Heihe with Mr. Luo one year..."

Luo Minghan stopped holding the cotton swab, and Miao Cun stopped talking.He actually didn't mean anything else, he just said it naturally when he just remembered it.

Although he couldn't see it, Luo Minghan was very familiar with Miao Cun's hands. In the silence between each other, he treated Miao Cun's wound bit by bit, and finally said: "Next time Luo Yuanhe asks you to sketch, just say you Afraid of the cold."

"It doesn't matter so much when it comes to painting."

"I don't care about your art, I only care about your body."

"understood."

Luo Minghan smiled self-deprecatingly: "Does it disappoint you?"

Miao Cun said flatly: "I'm not a dew drinker, I'm not as unreal as you think."

The medicine was finished on the last sore, but Luo Minghan still didn't let go. After thinking for a while, he finally asked in a low voice: "You said last time that when you were still sick, you never thought of me as Luo Yuanhe. Really?"

"it is true."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I don't want to deceive you against my will. I just think that the period when you and I were sick was real, maybe my period..." Miao Cun lowered his eyes, "Although you use Teacher Luo's name, it is indeed not true. The same individual, I was moved and relied on you at the time, not because of that name, I can't delete the Miao Cun that belongs to you just because my memory came back."

Luo Minghan smiled, and didn't know what to do, so he just held Miao Cun's hand and kissed it, and ended up kissing the iodophor in his mouth, which was very painful.

"Is the you who is sick different from the you before and now? You only accidentally fell in love with me when you were sick, neither before nor now."

Miao Cun didn't speak.

"You who are sick, why do you dream of me over and over again, saying that you like me?"

"I……"

"You were in the hospital that day, and you were very resentful towards me, blaming me for coming earlier than Luo Yuanhe."

"I'm sorry." Miao Cun said in a low voice.

"I've been thinking for the past few days, why do you blame me? Like you said, if you are so clear about this and that, why would you blame me? Luo Yuanhe has already arrived by your side, you already know For each other, you will be together sooner or later, it’s the same with me or without me, I just stole two months of your life, why do you have to get so angry and angry?”

Miao Cun withdrew his hand hastily, and said in a panic, "It's time, I should go."

"The TV hasn't finished yet." Luo Minghan said, "The mother-in-law and her daughter-in-law are still arguing, and the episode trailer hasn't been released yet."

"..."

"I'm a person who believes in logic. I don't have as many intuitions as you. I'll assume what logic tells me. The reason why you are so angry with me..." He pressed his closed palms against his lips , like a pious prayer gesture: "Is it because, you know that you really have me in your heart, and you have reached the point where you can't ignore it, and you can't just be with Luo Yuanhe regardless - you know I'm just a step ahead, Having been with you for two months has already affected whether you can be with Luo Yuanhe—that's why you hate me so much?"